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Authors: Wesley Chu

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The Lives of Tao

BOOK: The Lives of Tao
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WESLEY CHU

THE LIVES OF TAO

 

To my parents, Mike and Yukie Chu

 

CHAPTER ONE

ENDGAME

 

I once wrote “Whatever has come to be has already been named, and it is known what man is, and that he is not able to dispute with one stronger than he.” The humans refer to that stronger being as God. I was referring to myself.
 

Huchel, Genjix Council – Eastern Hemisphere, the Quasing of King Solomon

 

The five most egotistical personalities in history. Go.
 

“That’s easy. You, Genghis, Alexander, Napoleon, and Kathy’s nephew.”

The one at Cambridge?
 

“He reminds me every time I see him.”

Not a bad list, but I think Genghis Khan’s inclusion is well deserved.
 

“Patting yourself on the back? I guess listing you and Genghis is a bit redundant.”

Hardly. We should move to another spot. Our view here is obstructed.
 

Edward Blair looked at the sandy blond-haired woman in the charcoal suit sitting across the bar. Their eyes met, and a hint of dimples appeared on her face, accompanied by a small suggestive smile as she tugged on something around her waist and signaled the bartender. “The view’s just fine where we’re at, Tao.” Edward swirled the golden brown liquid in his glass and sipped with confidence. He kept his gaze on her and winked. He was rewarded with a wink and a slight blush before the bartender arrived and blocked his view.

We have more important things to do than play this silly game.
 

Edward finished his scotch and ordered another. “Oh, I forgot. We’re talking about how great Genghis was. Fact is, buddy, his work has been duplicated and expanded upon, just look at Alexander. And last time I checked, Mongolia plays a pretty insignificant role on the twenty-first century world stage.”

Alexander is an unfair comparison. It is easy to build an empire when you inherit an army.
 

“Well, by size, the old British Empire won. At least they’re still around. So there you go, bigger and longer. Size and durability count after all. Ask my wife.” Edward turned away from the bar and looked out the window at the dizzying array of lights emanating from the streets below, a complex grid of bright lines reaching out as far as the eye could see. The night sky was growing darker as large rolling clouds smothered the moon and the stars.

He could feel the gentle swaying on the ninety-fifth floor as strong winds battered the John Hancock Center, rocking it ever so slightly. Springtime in Chicago half a klick above the ground was unpleasant at best. “Good thing we didn’t glide in,” he muttered, taking another sip of scotch and feeling its warmth spread through his body. “You’d think criminal masterminds would choose more isolated bases of operations than the top of skyscrapers. What happened to the good ol’ days when they lived on deserted islands in the Pacific?”

Resorts and skyrocketing beachfront property prices happened. Besides, criminal masterminds are people too. They need groceries and cable like the rest of us. It also does not let us get cute with our plans.
 

Edward leaned forward and his eyes followed one of the metal beams that crisscrossed the building. That much was true. Sneaking into a base on top of a skyscraper in the center of a metropolis was just as difficult as infiltrating a remote island. Security on the ground level was tight, and the weather made an air drop too risky. Short of blowing up the building, Edward had limited options in their rules of engagement other than through the Signature room on the ninety-fifth floor, one above the Genjix base. “What about Napoleon?”

What about him? He should not even be on the list.
 

“He was crowned emperor. That’s worth something.”

Anyone can bestow a title upon himself. Calling yourself a genius does not make it so.
 

“You call yourself a genius all the time.”

By human standards? Not hard.
 

“Napoleon didn’t do too badly for himself. You’re a bit biased; you two never got along.”

Almost conquering Europe does not an emperor make. He was a brilliant general, but his short tenure disqualifies him for the hall of fame.
 

“You’re penalizing him because of his administrative skills?”

Paper-pushing is an integral part of empire ruling. Consider–
 

“Excuse me, sir, the general manager would like to buy you a drink,” the bartender said, placing another glass of scotch onto the counter.

Edward turned back toward the bar and smiled again as the woman sitting across the room earlier moved to the seat next to him, one hand on a martini and the other extended.

“Simone,” she purred. “I hope you don’t mind. I ordered you an eighteen instead of the twelve.”

Edward looked down at his drink and grinned. He took her hand and shook it, lingering longer than appropriate. “Blake Emanuel. I’ll have to return the favor in some other way.” The two chatted intimately for the next twenty minutes, moving closer and closer together.

Edward, I hate to ruin your sport, but our window is closing. The codes expire in two days, and we are not getting anywhere here. I regret not insisting on gliding in.
 

“In this weather? You must have more faith in my flying skills than I do. Now, keep quiet and let me focus on Simone here. I need to keep my architect story straight.”

Twenty years together now and you are still incorrigible.
 

“Intergalactic civil war wasn’t exactly on my career track out of West Point, Tao.”

Wish I never found you?
 

“You know the answer to that.”

His earpiece crackled. “Abelard, are you in position?”

“That’s cute. Remind me to have a few words with Marc about these dumb code names when I get back.”

I find it fitting. Quite a compliment actually.
 

“Things didn’t exactly end well for Abelard and Heloise, if I remember how that tragedy went. I hate it when he listens in.”

It is Jeo’s nature. Marc just picked up the habit.
 

Smiling all the while, Edward excused himself and left Simone at the bar, walking to the back of the lounge toward the restrooms. He waited until he was alone in the hallway before entering a door marked “Personnel Only.” In the kitchen, he hurried past the workers before they had a chance to stop him and exited through another door into a back room. “Roger, Marc. Stand by.” He pulled out a set of keys attached to a band and began to try them on the locked door.

How did you know she was the manager with the keys?
 

“They were dangling on her waist, and she was far too authoritative with the bartender.”

Clever, Edward. I stand corrected.
 

“Twenty years together, Tao. Have a little faith.”

The door clicked open and Edward sprinted through a barren hallway past a bank of elevators on one side to the stairwell on the other. He hurried down several flights to a non-descript metal door. He slipped on a pair of thin black gloves and broke a small vial over the handle. Edward watched the corrosive acid burn through the lock and whispered, “Marc, green to proceed. How’s it looking topside?”

“It’s bumpy up here, but we’re taking a nice scenic tour of the skyline. Rendezvous on the roof at your go. You have one shot at this, so make it count.”

“Evac 0100. Don’t be late.”

“Acknowledged, Abelard. Over and out.”

“Tao, you keeping track of the time?”

As always, I am your alarm clock.
 

“Is something up with Marc? Past couple of missions, he seemed ambivalent about everything. Like the time we guarded the Spanish prime minister, I don’t think Marc cared if the man died.”

That is Jeo for you. He hates this planet more than the rest of us, but I have known him for a long time. He has always been reliable.
 

“You hate Earth, Tao?”

You have to put it in perspective to where we came from. Kind of like visiting your tax accountant.
 

“Got it. Still, I wish he wasn’t such a downer.” Edward caught the handle as it burned off and placed it on the floor. He opened the door a sliver and scanned the area inside. Dark Brazilian wood floors, antique lamps, and plush Victorian furniture decorated both sides of a long hallway. Books filled rows of shelves on one wall; a large polished marble bust of Plato was prominently displayed between two elevator doors. “Did we get the right floor?”

I believe so. Chiyva’s fingerprints are all over it. How typical of him to have a bust of himself. And I see his taste has not changed much since the nineteenth century.
 

Staying flat to the wall, Edward crept to the end of the corridor and peered around the corner.

Two guards to the right side. Surveillance camera moving at twenty-second sweeps in the corner.
 

“Twenty seconds, huh? Not a lot of room for error. Gun?”

No, keep it quiet. No need to raise a fuss yet. Camera is moving now. Go!
 

Pulling out a knife from its holster, Edward exhaled, rounded the corner, and took off running. Hugging the right wall, he stayed low, covering ground quickly as he charged the two unsuspecting men. Once in range, he shifted to the left wall for a better angle and, with a flick of his wrist, threw the knife. It whistled as it shot past the first guard and into the neck of the second. The man gasped and went limp. The remaining guard turned to look at his fallen companion just as Edward closed in and rammed his fist into the man’s ribcage.

Fifteen seconds on the camera.
 

The guard doubled over as Edward grabbed his head and snapped his neck. Before the body had fallen to the floor, Edward had already moved to the other body and pulled out his knife.

Not bad for a forty year-old dog.
 

“Like I said, durability counts.”

Touché. Get the bodies in. Ten seconds on the camera.
 

Edward took out a modified keycard, slid it through the electronic lock, and opened it with a soft click. He dragged the bodies with him into a darkened room filled with rows of computers. The room was cool and hummed with a low resonance from dozens of machines and a loud ventilation shaft. “Did the camera catch anything?”

Two seconds and change. The mark is Trixlix GeTr715.
 

Edward’s eyes ran down the list of servers until he found GeTr715 tucked near the rear of the third row on the bottom rack. “Hello, mark,” he whispered in satisfaction. “Let’s see if you’re worth leaving Simone upstairs.” Edward pulled out a small cable from his belt and plugged it into the server. “Codes accepted. Starting extraction now.” The monitor above the server blinked to life, and Edward’s fingers blurred as he typed, digging for the information he needed. His trained eyes jumped from directory to directory, grabbing bits and pieces of different files. “It seems the rumors about this fabled Penetra program are true. It does exist.”

Verify.
 

Edward went into the folder and opened the files inside. “Hmm,” he paused, shaking his head. “My secretary can organize information better than this.”

Worry about their formatting skills another time. Copy the blueprints and get out of here.
 

Edward’s eyes widened as he scanned the contents. “Found the blueprints, but look at this provisions list and these chemical stockpiles. I thought this was a surveillance prototype. Could it be a biological weapon? How are they getting past customs? I wish we had lobbyists this good. Initiating upload. Wait, backup access control list just tripped. We’re getting kicked out.”

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